I'm definitely putting in my time in the waiting rooms this month, between my doctor, the dentist, the eye doc, the endo, the diabetes educator, and the vet. (Okay, that last one was an appointment for my cat.
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Yesterday was the eye doc. Not enough change in vision to warrant changing my prescription, and that tiny tiny tiny tiny (yes, she used four "tinies") spot in my left eye hasn't changed/grown/moved/multiplied in two years of tracking it.
Today was the endo. Haven't been to one since college, when the visit was an incredible disappointment (he didn't look at my log book even when I offered it). This woman was very thorough (IMO), acknowledged my experience, and gave me some good pointers. Not bad. The highlight, however, was my A1C, which in November was 7.3 and today was 6.6. WOO HOO! I gave the lab tech a high five, and even bragged to the guy giving samples of turkey breast at Safeway. (I asked if he knew what an A1C was, and he did, and he congratulated me.)
So I'm just pretty happy right now. Oh, I didn't have any cavities last week either. Maybe I should play the lottery?
On cloud nine (or shall we say, 6.6),
Leafbear
